Post by ashlynn on May 9, 2011 18:43:11 GMT -5
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If these words these simple finite disputable empty silly words could not escape. Could not be rested from her hands, find the path from her heart, from her chest could not be released like an exhaled breath then maybe it would be dance that could escape her. That could travel threw her with an unseen force and guidance. Find the cracks and fractures in her bones, and the places in between. The breath, and emotion that lingered inside of her, and corrupted her body in it's movements. Made walking impossible, and lead it to dancing to her steps her body saught to find without music, her body craved to find in every breath that release and escape that fed the human soul and would release her from this cage of skin and bone, since her hands would work to send her mind wondering, another medium would have to do to satisfy her cravings.
escape is the only option
Dance removed all logic from her bones, from her mind and body it all fled like it'd been bled out somewhere else in the dark. It took everything out of her bones and body till she felt like she was left with nothing. Everything that'd clung to her skin like little imperfections little shadows of her past, and life that clung to her skin were expelled in the dance studio. Lies, cigarette smoke, burns, tears, laughter, pain, everything was gone here, because when she danced she felt as if nothing was her own, she exposed everything she was, she tore back her glamour, her fake smile and plastic laughs that she sometimes slip. Slowly she removed them and the grim that'd floated on her skin, but yet, even with the movement she felt so caged in and locked in, she wanted to scream and shout, but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything, she couldn't feel anything, she was a nothing on the inside, she forced herself to be blank.
Forced her insides to be wiped clean, so no one could look in and see what she really was. How broken her insides were because if she let one slip threw the cracks, her mouth would open and instead of a voice it would be the call of thunder, her eyes would release a fountain from the sky. So Ashlynn ignored all her feelings, all of those emotions and drowned herself in physical activity, burried everything under physical pain. She danced until the song stopped and her knees gave out as she fell down to the floor, gasping in some air, she closed her eyes and scooted back opening them when her back pressed against her bag. She looked down at her wrist and winced sucking in a hard breath she'd cut them when she'd done bars in the gym earlier, she pulled back the medical bandages looking at them before running over to the water fountatian and cooling them off with water. Standing there with bleeding hands and wrist she paused a moment before wrapping them letting the cold air sooth them and numb the pain a little bit.